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The point of return is left far behind. The world has moved ahead leaving me in the shadows. Though, there’s no dark spot but only light. A shadow that is ashamed of itself, readily mingles with the light. It's a projection that wants to disassociate itself from its projector. My encounter with the world’s shadow is opening up roads within.
Desire for renewal always begins with a descent into darkness. Stuck behind a narrow door, I am willing to dissolve myself into something meaningful. Reality is not hidden from me and it has its own disadvantages. To acknowledge the shadow, I will always remind myself about the futility of this universe. However, the search for meanings has always been interesting as the journey of Odysseus.
One meets the darkest demons created by imagination. Men and women with hands tied to their knees, crying out for redemption. The path of realism has its own hidden variables. The intervention of the experimenter does have consequences at a remote end. Faustian path does not see the death of moral integrity and has its own rewards.
We are heading towards a future that will need a million Faust to put things right. There will be material changes of significant proportions but humans will still be the same, breathing down each other necks for space, looking for unfulfilled passion with the greed to harvest more. I have created a machine that’s always longing for knowledge and resurrection. Floating above the isles of sanity, an insane would become the liberator of morality. My idea transcends the visual and philosophical domain of logic and reasoning. Steel tightens my panoramic visions and a state of euphoria creeps in.
I am one with no one! The whole farce of nirvana shatters like a glass house run over by a road roller. Going beyond the care of the dark mother, there’s only light. She will accept me no more as her child. I have failed the test and confronted her violent nature, refusing to be a part of the eternal drama. The consequence of this confrontation has blinded me to the extent that I only see myself. Everything else is just clear light and my own surreal imagination painting pictures in my sub-consciousness. At times, nothing makes sense but ‘matter’.
Trying to delve deeper, it gets tough and my imagination begins vanishing. I have to keep it safe and hidden. It’s the only thing that makes me believe I am different, I exist! I have given up on the world around me for good. Forms, expressions, emotions are trapped within me as I feel nothing for the outside. Demons have hijacked my thought process. Oh lord! I will not turn towards you for redemption, I deserve something better, something ethereal!
These thoughts come to my head before the euphoria completely grasps my mind. I get a feeling, next time it’ll be heretical. It’s negative versus the positive. My mind chooses not to remain neutral.
